Gossip Girl: I looked into Wattpad, and unfortunately HAWOM! does not meet their guidelines as they don't allow works with Minors in relationship. I do plan to post this and Beacon on Ao3 though, and I'll mention it here once I do.
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Stiles' let his anger bubble up in his stomach as he climbed the stairs, answering as soon as he closed the door. "You've got a lot of nerve fucking calling me!" He hissed into the phone. "I have half a mind to kick your ass! Of course the other half is the smart half but- wai- Hello? Hello?!" He squinted at the bright screen in the dark of his room, that was indicating the call had ended. "You did not seriously hang up on me!" He muttered quietly at the phone.
"Sorry about that." Stiles turned quickly as he heard the unexpected voice, whipping his phone at the intruder in shock. Of course the criminal delinquent of a werewolf caught it, as apparently he was used to breaking into people's houses. Derek, though, gave him a scolding look. "Throw your phone out your window, sure, that'll be fun to explain." Stiles huffed, seething as he hissed at Derek even quieter now.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing here?! What part of 'You asshole, I can't believe you'd do that, if you're going to beat up my friends I never want to see your face again' makes you think breaking into my room is a good idea?!" Derek rolled his eyes, staying by the window as Stiles came into the room more.
"That's why. You haven't read any of my texts. Would it kill you to let me explain?" Stiles huffed, flicking on the lamp by his bed.
"I don't know, I guess it would depend on what kind of mood you're in." Derek sighed, taking a step.
"Stiles..." Stiles whipped around to face him again.
"Don't you 'Stiles' me! You promised me! You knew how hesitant I was about you talking to Scott, and this is what you pull!"
"I promised I wouldn't hurt him and I didn't. I understand that you're Scott's friend, Stiles, but this is a pack issue. You coddling him isn't helping. He needs firm guidance from someone who knows what it's like. I did what I had to, to help." Stiles shook his head in outrage, still trying to keep his voice down.
"You didn't help, you threatened to kill him! What do you think that helped?!" Derek stayed firm in his resolve.
"He was too worried about what would happen if he didn't play. He needed motivation not to, so I gave it to him. He needed to understand the danger of him playing, not just to him, or the other team but everyone." Stiles started flailing a bit, but he kept his voice down, so Derek let it be.
"I told you he knew it was dangerous to play, that he knew he shouldn't. Even though he wanted to play, he didn't want to risk hurting anyone! Even Jackson, who wholeheartedly deserved it. He didn't need you to put pressure on him! Stressing him more isn't helpful, it's counterproductive! All those consequences of not playing don't disappear just because he thinks you'll hurt him if he plays, which by the way, if you even think of following through on, you will have to get through me." Derek shook his head.
"I would never do anything more than keep him from playing, Stiles. I'm not trying to hurt him, I just don't want him to get himself in trouble."
"All you've done is get him into more trouble!" Derek gave Stiles a questioning look.
"How?" Stiles sighed.
"Of course, because of your threat he rushed off today to try to tell our coach he couldn't play Saturday, with no explanation he could give as to why. How do you think that went?" Derek lowered his gaze, knowing exactly how it must've went, knowing how coaches could be, having gone through the same himself as a teen. "If you hadn't scared the shit out of him, we could've come up with a way to get him out of the game, or at least have gotten him to the point that he could play, try to have as little to do with the game as possible, and be okay. But now coach is gonna be suspicious if he doesn't play. Maybe even kick him off the team if for some reason he doesn't play. And we can't even work on Scott's control because it's all gonna be for nothing if he's freaking out the entire game that either you're gonna kill him for playing, or at any second he could murder everyone there, even if he's just standing on the feild avoiding participating." Derek nodded, giving a sigh.
"I get it, Stiles... I get it. I overreacted. I didn't think. I'm sorry." Stiles seemed to calm down at that. "I'll fix this. I'll get him out of the game." Stiles snapped attention back on Derek incredulously.
"And how do you think you'll do that?"
"I'll talk to his coach." Stiles scoffed.
"I think you talking to people has gotten you into enough trouble." Derek shook his head.
"No, Stiles, I mean it. Let me handle this. I'll come up with something to get the guy to let Scott out of playing." Stiles actually laughed.
"Oh you will?"
"Yes." Derek insisted, willing Stiles to give him a second chance.
"How's that?"
"I'll... I'll say we're family. Death in the family, Scott's distraught, the funeral is that day, out of town, whatever." Stiles stared at him a few moments, before giving a sigh and sitting on the bed.
"Fine... But only if Scott's okay with it-" Derek nodded quickly.
"Course." Stiles continues, glaring dully.
"And he goes with you, to make sure you don't throw our coach into a wall." Derek looked away, giving a huff but nodded.
"Right... Alright." Stiles nodded seeming pleased with it. He motioned Derek over and he was surprised a second, even hesitant before he stepped over.
"Uh... Stiles...?" Stiles glared up at him again.
"Oh, please, you wish! The phone. I have to call Scott." Derek nodded, feeling like an idiot as he handed over Stiles' phone. Stiles huffed as he turned it back on, unlocking it. "Still have a quarter of a mind to kick your ass." Derek huffed, but stayed quiet as the phone rang.
"Hey Stiles..." Scott said through the phone as Stiles put it on speaker. Stiles smiled.
"Hey, bud, how we doin'?" There was an awkward amount of silence for a long moment.
"Stiles, why does it sound like there's someone there who's holding their breath?" Stiles looked to Derek and back at the phone and back to Derek once more.
"You definitely heard the shotgun thing, that's why you ran off, wasn't it? I swear-" Derek shook his head staring wide eyed at Stiles.
"I left way before anything about shotguns, I promise." Scott's yelled in a whisper through the phone, probably trying not to alert his mother to the conversation.
"STILES, WHERE ARE YOU, WHY ARE YOU WITH DEREK?!" Stiles sighed.
"I'm at home, he broke in to talk, I tore him a new one, and he still wants to help." Scott huffed into the phone.
"Stiles! Get Dean! Derek's dangerous, you shouldn't be near him!" Stiles paused for a second letting that sink on Derek for a second while also letting Scott calm down a second.
"Yeah, Scott buddy, you are on speaker-phone, just puttin' it out there."
"Oh." Scott said, pausing a moment. "Hi, Derek..." Derek nodded and cleared his throat.
"Scott." He sighed. "Sorry... if I was a little harsh..." Scott vaguely sounded like he was glaring on the other end.
"A little..." Derek looked to Stiles before continuing.
"Stiles told me what happened with your coach. He won't let you out of the game?" Derek tried to sound as understanding as he could. After a good few seconds of silence, Scott sighed.
"I tried to tell him I couldn't play. He wouldn't even listen to me. He got all suspicious of why I didn't want to play. He asked me if I was addicted to drugs... If I don't play I'm afraid he's gonna kick me off the team completely..." Derek nodded.
"I can try to talk to him. Get him to let you not play."
"How are you gonna do that? Throw him into a wall too?" Derek narrowed his eyes.
"No! To everyone's apparent surprise, I am capable of having a conversation with someone!" He took a breath before continuing. "As I told Stiles, I figured I'd just say we were family, and you were close to Laura."
"Laura?" Scott questioned through the phone. Derek swallowed, realizing only Stiles had known about her.
"My sister, who died recently." He sighed. "She was the girl they found in the park actually..." Stiles' jaw dropped for a moment before he set his hand on Derek's shoulder.
"Derek, I'm so sorry." Scott spoke up after a moment.
"You'd really do that? Pretend I'm your family to help me out of trouble?" Derek nodded.
"Of course, Scott, don't be ridiculous. You're pack, you practically are family." He cleared his throat. "Stiles said he wants you to come with me though, to make sure I don't handle it violently..." Scott was quiet another minute.
"Fine. It's worth a shot..." Stiles smiled.
"Awesome! So, you too can handle that, while I'm at Allison's tomorrow." Derek's attention whipped to Stiles.
"... Scott's girlfriend 'Allison'?"
"Yeah." Stiles nodded. Derek's eyes were wide.
"Why will you be at her place?"
"Her friend Lydia invited me to their sleepover Wednesday."
"Stiles, her father shot at you, at all of us. You can't be serious." Stiles huffed.
"He didn't see my face, I'm not taking the Jeep, and Dean knows the guy. He's not going to hurt me." Scott cut in.
"Can I go now?"
"You don't know that. Hunters can be very cruel and unstable people, Stiles. If he thinks you're a threat in any way he might hurt or even murder you without a second thought. And you're going to be sleeping in the same room as his daughter." Stiles shook his head.
"He's letting me over because Lydia mentioned I was dating you." Derek stiffened at that.
"Did she say you were dating me, or dating a guy? Did she give him my name?" Stiles nearly jumped at Derek's near panic.
"I don't know! I- I don't think I mentioned your last name, so I mean, probably not? Why? Do you know him?" Derek sighed.
"Not really, but he's probably aware of who I am... The Hales were a big deal, especially after the fire. If he's from around here, I would guess he knows about us." Stiles shook his head.
"They're not from here. They're from San Francisco. They just got in." Derek nodded, giving a breath of relief.
"Well, good... but... try to avoid the topic around him..." Stiles nodded, looking back to the phone, blinking at the contact page.
"Scotty hung up on us..."
"He did." Stiles shrugged, putting the phone down.
"Well..." Derek nodded.
"So... Are you... less angry?" Stiles lean onto Derek's shoulder instead of answering.
"You're an ass..." He laughed. Derek sighed.
"I'm just trying to figure out if I'm getting a good night kiss, you're the one being difficult." Stiles smirked the werewolf.
"Oh, is that so?" Derek kissed Stiles' head giving a 'mm-hmm' in response. Stiles somehow managed to easily switch positions to straddling Derek in only a couple seconds. "More clear?" Derek smiled, leaning in without a word to kiss the young man. He pulled back every few seconds just enough to barely breathe. He considered stopping things there about a minute after Stiles had introduced tongue and he realized the situation was becoming difficult.
"Stiles..." He whined, though it did him no good, not having the will power to pull away. He was downright entranced with the way Stiles moved his lips. So entranced he hardly heard the footsteps before they were at the door. They only pulled away at the last second, though it didn't really help the situation. They both looked like deer caught in headlights. "Mr. Winchester! Hi... Nice to see you again." Derek swallowed as Dean took a singe step to the closet and pulled out what seemed to be a shotgun. Dean smiled dangerously at them when he turned back.
"Hi, Derek. You've got 30 seconds to get away from my kid and get the hell off my property before, in the words of a man I think of as my own dad, 'I blast you so full of rock-salt that you'll be crapping margaritas'." Derek nodded, panicking once again (although happy it was only rock salt), Stiles already jumping off him. He rushed to give Stiles one last kiss before hauling ass out the window.